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Chapter 3-Godricks hollow summer 1973

"Are you just about ready to go dear?" Adrastea had stuck her head through the door to my new room. She found me dressed in my usual American muggle-wear, which today seemed to consist of a dusty purple sundress and a pair of white trainers. Had they been anywhere but a rather ancient wizarding community Adrastea felt I would have blended in perfectly with the young muggle crowd, with the exception of my wand poking out behind my ear.

"Yea, I think so. Is it okay to wear this? I only really have formal dress robes... or my school uniform." I looked uncertain i looked up from the mirror I was sitting in front of. I had been inspecting her face and hair that puberty was doing weird things to. I felt out of proportion to herself, and I mean my hair was becoming less and less tamable with each passing day. But this was the face and hair i had so she was just trying to grapple with growing to like it.

"We will have to go to town and purchase a couple of casual robes, but for today that should be just fine." Euphemia had owled my Aunt this morning and it seemed that her son James, who was of an age with me, had gotten a new quidditch broom and was unlikely to be coaxed from it for today's luncheon. "I'm going to floo over in 3 minutes, meet me in the sitting room when you're ready."

"Is it okay if I walk? You said it wasn't that far right?"

"Yes, it should take you about 20 minutes, I would leave as soon as you can manage and I will see you there." Adrastea's eyebrows had shot up at my request but considering the independence I had fought for over the last couple months, she couldn't admit to being surprised that I would want to venture out on my own so soon.

I had been in Godric's Hollow for nearly a week now, and hadn't been able to explore the little wizarding town yet, and I was starting to get antsy. I had loved it the last time I had been here but with all of the chaos of moving her life across the ocean, I  had found herself cooped up in this new house with my great-aunt for far too long. This lunch would be the first outing I would attend this summer, but I had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn't be my last. Aunt Addie loved to socialize but her version of it was a bit... aged. If I was honest with myself, I wasn't really looking forward to the luncheon itself, and was more than a little nervous about the fact that it was a very poorly concealed "play-date" for me and the other young wizard that lived across the town. What if he was weird? What if I was weird?? I just hoped he liked quidditch as much as most teenage boys did, cause at least then they would have something to talk about and maybe do.

I stepped out of the gate, and onto the cobblestone street, squinting at the bright midday sun. I felt like she lived in a story book now. None of the other girls at Ilvermony would believe I  lived in this quaint cottage with ivy winding up the chimney and a magical garden in the front yard for all to see. Hell, i couldn't believe that I lived here.

It was a Friday so the town was bustling as I meandered my way through it. Getting lost always made me nervous but I  figured if i got too turned around i could just ask one of the wizards on the street or a shop owner which way the Potter Mansion was. How many mansions could one town have after all?

I didn't think I would ever get over how cool it was for an exclusively wizarding community to exist, let alone to live in one. People just walked around with blatant magic! Or rather I supposed it would be considered blatant in America at least. The average No-Maj would probably have to be paying very close attention at the right moment to catch outright spells being cast and objects acting strangely. But still, each of the shops housed owls, there was an ad for butterbeer in one of the local pub windows, and there was even an apothecary! I had to remind myself once or twice that I really shouldn't be that late to this luncheon since it was essentially a welcoming party for me.

I was strolling down the lane that lead to the Potter Estate when I heard a whooping sound off in the distance. I stood still and listened intently for a few moments when I heard another and a small smile crept its way across my face. I followed my ears and found myself at the edge of a field to the left of a rather impressive looking mansion. My curiosity overpowered my manners in that moment and I  continued forward until i saw a boy with windblown hair speeding around on a broom, throwing a quaffle through some makeshift practice hoops at the other end of the field.